Hello tree my golden friend

You stand alone among the men

That twist and bend and change their view

You stand so proudly to guide my path

No need for compromise or false laugh

700 years you stand, a wizard’s staff

So when I see you on my healthy walk

We both admire nature’s quarrelsome talk

The singing birds, the happy squirrels

The trees that join the happy feral

A magical land like Narnia’s tale

That’s Coldfall wood, inMuswell Hill

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton